I’m trying out this recipe for home made yogurt.
There should be enough for dinner tonight, and Chicken Fried Rice tomorrow.
Going on now
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Watch your mouth
Ian’s newest expression is “What the HECK?” which, in theory, should be fine. And it is, except that the phonetic similarity between the last word and another notable piece of vocabulary ending in “CK” Gets Me Every Time.
Slow down, you’re moving too fast
Keeghan was up a lot last night. I didn’t personally witness what he was doing, but there was a lot of banging himself on the side of his crib and his eye is all dinged up today. Any normal person would have quit after the first couple times and just gone to bed, because from the sound of it, he wasn’t having any fun. But no. He went at it pretty much all night long.
This morning’s new behavior is pulling up, turning around, and trying to let go. So I strongly suspect him of staying up all night trying to walk. A little overly ambitious for an 8.5 month old in my opinion, but them’s the breaks.
Little change, big difference
We had a pretty full plate this weekend, so I thought hard before I responded to the offer for this love seat on freecycle. Picking up a large item like this can be quite a time investment, but we really needed to make a change in the study. And the offerer wasn’t far away, so I went for it.
Well, didn’t it just turn out that we couldn’t QUITE get it on the roof rack! And didn’t the very nice people who were giving it away decide that the husband would drive it to our place, where he also helped bring it in? If you ever hear me say that Freecycle restores my faith in humanity, know that this is what I mean.
Getting the seven foot couch we were replacing to the curb was all on us, though. We had quite the adventure in Ways to Get A Couch Stuck In Our House. Nope, you cannot get a 7 foot couch out our front door. Nope, nope, nope! Out the back door where, for the first time that day, you’ll be glad the ground is covered with ice? Yep!
I suggested we just right it, put the cushions back on, and leave it out back as a way of completing the generally unkempt appearance of our yard, but after scratching his head and appearing to take that suggestion seriously, 007 forged ahead and we got it out to the curb. If someone takes it before trash day, more power to them, but I seriously don’t consider it worth the effort of trying to give it away.
The new piece fits in a lot better, and, other than prompting me to want to rearrange the entire room for the second time this month, it’s definitely for the better.
Check your math
Yesterday minus new year’s weekend doesn’t come out to four days but it’s a job well done!
Overheard
Michael: He’s touching your stuff.
Ian: Yes.
Michael: Keeghan’s touching your stuff.
Ian: He should.
Michael: What?
Ian: That’s how he learns.
Progress
You may ask yourself
I was talking with another mom today about why I write this blog. She said she didn’t think I would write a blog if the purpose wasn’t to have people read it. So I’ve been thinking about that. Because, obviously people read it. Not many people. And I do little or nothing to try and get people to read this blog. But people do read it. (You are, right?)
That said, the possibility that others might read what I write does provide some accountability. Much like having to turn in assignments for creative writing class used to do. It makes me mindful of my content, and gives me a desire to make it hang together and make sense. The desire to have any unifying principle comes from without, I suppose.
As for primary motivation, though, this is where, as the mom of small children, I get to explore my own voice. I get to develop perspective on my own life.
I get a chance to “use my words” as I want to use them. It’s a way for me to store up the treasures from my day and take refuge in them at those moments, like right now, when it’s just too close to bedtime and I cannot make anyone happy.
Because, this mom thing? It goes by fast. I mean, really fast. I know that’s a cliche, but sometimes things become cliched because they are so very, very true. And if I don’t create a way to seize the most beautiful parts of this experience, they will definitely get away.
I Am the Walrus, the Musical
Michael has been teaching Ian to sing “I am the Walrus.” (Depending on how recently you’ve seen Ian, this may explain a lot.)
After a brief foray to confirm exactly what the lyrics are supposed to be (have you ever read them? WOW.) Ian started giving direction.
Ian: okay, I am the Walrus. And YOU (pointing at his father) be the eggman.
Me: oh, we each have a part?
Ian: Mommy, say, “I am the monkey.”
Me: there’s no monkey.
Ian: Say it.
Me: there’s no monkey.
Ian: just say it ONE time.
Me: no.
Keeghan: AHLALALABABAAAAAA!
Ian: dead dog’s eye! Water bottle penguin!
Keeghan: ba ba ba buh buh buh…
Opposites
